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Introduction:

This Story is a collection of 4 max length comments, on two different subjects. Strangely enough it does not cover either of my passions, However it was time and season and a good tale fiction or not. The abuse parts are real very very real. The friendship with the older friend is also real to a great extent, Either way No Laws where ever broken.

My Mom fled from my father when I was 9, because he was beating her almost daily and me also,

I became aware of my and other peoples assumptions and expectations of my Sexuality early and the Birds and Bees Story was repeatedly told to me and sometimes beaten into me.

I knew I was trying to find a way to a least dry fuck my mom and suck her tits when the beating came that almost killed her.

I had seen mom naked many times, she was not that hot but she was soft and far from a pig.

I was there at home, one afternoon and she was not, and when my father got home I was blamed for her departure and beaten, punched kicked and hit with an extension cord the yard kind.

Every one of his Lonely Hearts Club adventures that he tried failed and I was blamed and beaten each time. As it was my entire fault.

I was a year behind, (in those days if you did not get the basics you did not pass). Also large for my age. Dad was afraid of my going to public school because of the younger white girls. His fear that I would go nuts and touch them or feel them up, somehow not being able to help myself because of their whiteness vs. my brownness.

I was not interested in coming of age with or even Cuming in my classmates, my classmates where safe, their older sisters and mothers perhaps a slightly different story. Older females where much. much safer. I did not hang with guys at all; I wanted no one in my business. I was latch key and liked it that way.

However they had to put you somewhere so if they are flipping out over it then I must be also. Remember at lot of boys in that day rushed home to see Annette on the Mickey Mouse Club, after school. I even in those days had Porn Mags. As well as the Articles I looked at the pictures but unlike a lot of people I admitted it. I did not sneak it to school to be a big shot as kids run and tell which gets others into sometimes a lot of trouble. I did from time to time however plant porn mags. Sometimes in Girls Desks. Bad behavior and getting off freely could get a bad girl a clip in order to control her. In short FGM.

If I was a Female I would have killed a Man or Women who did that to me.

Yes size and age matters but so doesn’t only having one parent around who works long hours and sometimes two jobs, plus weekends and Sundays. I complain about my dad’s strokes but I assure you I got mine in also.

It was death to get caught so we did not get caught. Older girls kept their mouths shut because of fear of the stigma of fucking someone both younger and not white.

I know of one girl who blamed her step dad for the baby. Another one her brother for the Baby. Both were being fucked by the people they blamed.

The shock and response of No he could not be in regard to me helped. I have never felt bad about anyone I have pushed my dick into as they have cum and in most cases first.

Younger Boy, older girl is good and usually safe sex. Sisters and Brothers who get along are best. It’s that extra bonding.

I did an 82 year old women in the late 70"s, I went easy and we both enjoyed it.

I only stopped because I was scared she would die on the hump. She lived to 93 and was my friend. Small Women about 115 soaking wet. She was boney and sagged but she had good sex not used that much. In the 30"s she had gotten married and he had a stroke about 6 months into the marriage and he recovered some but would not fuck her often and when he did it was his rocks only.

So she had a career. When he died she thought what little there was, was over. I came along doing some repair work and over a year or so we became friends.

I only stopped because I was scared she would die on the hump. She lived to 93 and was my friend. Small Women about 115 soaking wet. She was boney and sagged but she had good sex not used that much. In the 30"s she had gotten married and he had a stroke about 6 months into the marriage and he recovered some but would not fuck her often and when he did it was his rocks only.

So she had a career. When he died she thought what little there had been, was over. I came along doing some repair work and over a year or so we became friends.

Then she jstt one day asked me. and I said I might break you, or hurt you.
She said no I would not. I said let me think about it. Next time i saw her I asked her if she still was interested she said yes. So I stopped what I was doing and very gently took her to her bed. The 1st couple of times she would only lift her dress but after a while she either did not dress or undressed. We always did it in the daylight, Love No. Friendship Yes!!!

Then she just one day asked me. And I said I might break you, or hurt you.
she said no I would not. I said let me think about it. Next time I saw her I asked her if she still was interested she said yes. So i stopped what I was doing and very gently took her to her bed. The 1st couple of times she would only lift her dress but after a while she either did not dress or undressed. We always did it in the daylight, Love No. Friendship Yes!!!

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There was not a lot of excess with us, we would connect, kiss, hug, make out like a normal couple, I would play with her like I would anyone else. Eat, her get her wet, and have easy gentle sex with her. She could cum but did not always said it was a lot of work for her, but she did like me Cumming inside her and showing her the cream pie in the mirror. She would hold the cum in and clean up after I left. We never did it twice in the same day; we did cuddle and hold each other. We never had Oral or Anal Sex. Oral being her on me. I licked her now and then. Mostly she just liked dick and to feel the cum. I saw her from time to time after the sex stopped, and then not much because my business changed. One day I read that she died. Just in her sleep nothing more nothing less. Checkup lady found her, in bed dead.

I attended the edge of her services, neighbor lady spotted me came over and said I am sorry, I know! we were best friends. She pointed out the relatives, Sister, Nieces, Nephews and cousins and their kids.

She told me later that they had asked her who I was and she had told them I had been one of the maintenance people.

She said they had told her of rumors but they could never catch it or prove it. Police had told them there was no upper age limit on who you fuck or who is your friend.

This was done and over by 1980 so all of the players are way dead and I have never talked about it till now. If pressed I will say it was fiction, the thoughts of an old deranged porn romance writer, or not.

The last Daughter is way grown now Carol.

We had joy we had fun we had mornings in the sun. You took me long and you took me deep and i held your body in your sleep,

I understand the problems in this story. i fixed it as best i could at the time. I could go back in and redo it but i would have to emblish to much or I would miss word count. So let it stand. If you want too post it somewhere elso you clean it.

The daughters that are grown was what we talked about my daughters that range from 43 to 21 some where small when this happened one step met her incognito twice.

On of the things we talked about where my kids and the ones I wanted, my dreams more or less came true.

We also talked about outer space, where your spirit goes when you die and baseball. I took her to a Triple A Game once.

Alland all except for the repeat paragraphs I like the way it came out.

This story is evan strange for the strange so you like it or you do not.